”“Yes,” I moaned. “Fuck, Clint.” I humped the air, the seatbelt fighting to keep me down. “Faster. Speed. Jesus, drive like you do when yo...u play Grand Theft Auto.”“Running over pedestrians on the sidewalk?” Clint asked. “Hitting every car in sight? That won't get us there faster.”My toes curled in my shoes. The last bit of the Popsicle melted. The last bit of ice gone, leaving a wet mess slowly heating up by my desires. I threw back my head, groaning again as the SUV turned onto our street. And. So I guess no change from when we talked the other night.”“Not really; there isn’t much I can do. How about you?”“No change. I’ll tell them tomorrow morning. If things get ugly, we can just leave.”“You’ll need to pack your things, though.”“I have most everything still in boxes, so it’s just my clothes, bathroom stuff, and few books.”“Will it all fit in my Mustang?”“It should.”“What’s your take?”“I have no idea, actually. I haven’t hinted at anything because I didn’t want a confrontation. I. The motion made her tits wiggle, something that Sara's hardly did. Chris had beautiful breasts. They kind of sloped down on the upside and from the underside they made a perfect curve up to the hard nipples. Her aureolas where wrinkled and oval and rather large. Almost everything was new to me compared to my wife's. Hers were almost cone-formed and she had small nipples surrounded by circular aureolas. So I kept my eyes on Chris as she sat down. She saw my look and smiled at me, proudly. She. He licks his fingers then wipes the tip of his cock, lubricating then easing himself in. His girth stretches me nicely, his size matched perfectly to mine. With a practiced skill he slowly pushes all the length inside me, holding deep as I adjust to him. With my legs now tightly around his back, he starts up a slow rhythm. Our kissing becomes hard and urgent, his breathing louder now as more air is demanded. Sweat glistening on his chest and arms slides down mixing with my slight shimmer..